Minecraft: a Redemption

The End

Bradley unsheathed his sword and moved into position. His heart was pounding, like if he were going to die, his heart would have pumped enough to support a long life.

"Herobrine," said Braden. His bow was loaded and aimed to the monster's heart.

"That's my name, cap'n," replied Herobrine with a sneer.

"I almost killed you once, Herobrine," said Gregor. "But you killed me instead. However, you didn't leave unscathed from that fight, did you? We had a very nice chat. About how you can never be happy."

With a roar, Herobrine summoned a fireball and launched it at Gregor.

"No!" Yelled Bradley. He leaped in front of his friend and deflected the fire with his sword.

The fire flew into a wall, and a earth shaking rumble followed.

Herobrine didn't look to happy about that, but Bradley didn't care. Rushing at him, he yelled "Attack formation Alpha! Go!"

A Word About Attack Formation ALPHA:

It was invented by Gregor; an idea he'd come up with soon before he died. It was of common use in the Resistance and taught to every soldier. It usually took three people on one target.

One person went one on one with the target while the other two attacked from the shadows.

It was flawless, or so they thought.

Herobrine's pickax and Bradley's sword clashed violently. Tiny sparkling pixels flew off from the force. White eyes stalking him, Bradley thrust his sword down and they began to spar.

All my training has been preparing me for this, thought Bradley. He was the star warrior in the Resistance. The one with super speed, night vision, and the ability to see into inventories without a single potion.

"Your experiments on me have left me stronger than before, Herobrine," he said.

Rather than looking scared, Herobrine continued to fight.

Throwing his strength into his slices, Bradley hammered at Herobrine, forgetting his friends were going to be the ones to take him out. All Bradley could think about was how much he wanted to watch the life bleed out of Herobrine.

Their weapons flashed back and forth. Bradley found himself getting more and more annoyed about how his sword got stuck in the pickax.

"You are a monster! You are a terrible excuse for any sort of being!" Yelled Bradley through pants. His arms were growing tired as they moved back and forth.

"You act as if I care," replied Herobrine with chuckle. He tried to hook his pickax around Bradley's neck. Fear coursing through him, he ducked and rolled away from Herobrine.

Now far away from Herobrine, Bradley watched as Gregor and Braden rushed at Herobrine, letting the Nether out on him, swords and bow released.

. . .

Ben's sword glowed in the darkness of the corridor. He, Ridge, and Jane were searching for the two girls who were kidnapped by Herobrine, Art and Maria.

It was just like old times.

The walls of the corridor were tall and dark. The entire setting was like a nightmare to Ben. He was terrified anything could jump out of the shadows, a mob or a soldier.

"Ben, you'll want to see this," said Jane from a few feet ahead.

That made Ben know he didn't want to see "this," but that he needed to.